Lyrics:
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought
(streets)
I been crossed out by my own brother (woo, woo)
Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Police 'bout
the memories are all that remain
And all the wounds are reopening again
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood
the memories are all that remain
And all the wounds are reopening again
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood
They label me a Menace to society like O-Dogg
Because I speak the truth to the world, that is not my fault
I keep my brother by my side, but this
each other brothers
Because we are all brothers by god
We must all stand up for each other and are own freedom
Us brothers all have a special place in
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
playing on them side streets
Then I built the brand with my brothers
Like the Wayans and the Isleys (yeah)
I know you probably heard I gave 'em crumbs
I follow grab da brew and take a swallow
I've been livin on da streets since da age of thirteen
'cause I wuz sick of being raised by a dope fiend I so
this ain't no Jodeci
Typing with doves talking bout memories
Chains for my scars like the maple rink
Money only time I make a link
I'm tryna get
streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
insolence
He sprayed all the businesses
And laid someone's significant other and mother and brother in the streets
Who said that was OK?
Who said that was
down po-po when I'm vexed, so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for
and I used to watch Scarface
In business only brothers, there are no friends
I was raised by dirty scary merciless street
I felt the pain of these
Leaning off this six and 'Tris, I'm finna catch some Z's
Only thing I dread is getting raided by the F-E-D's
Let my brother, I'm gon' sleep gnarly for
and Lebanese
Leaning off this six of Tris, I'm finna catch some Zs
Only thing I dread is getting raided by the F-E-Ds
Let my brother Amos sleep gnarly for
Land mines for the able
Grew up from stables to Arthurs round table
Out grew the labels, to be something stable
Stood by the sable, I’ll die by the maple
streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein' broke, I'm a man, c'mon
Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side,
bitch in charge who's boss
Mom is dead and my dad is dead and my brother's dead
And all my friends are dead
The people that I care about left my ass
crying within
There's a war in the streets
And we been dying to win
Til' Valhalla my brother
Til' I see you again
We were just smoking & joking
Now you
fucken lane
I'm young with no pops I was raised by the streets
I was raised by the gees and influenced by heats
A lot of shit happens where maple and adams
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by Masterpiece Theatre
And will not star Marla Maples as Tom
Cruise or Oprah as Miss
The first memory I have of my father is laying on his chest
I listened to the beat of his heart while the blue light coming from TV
Flickered off
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